The best-laid plans

I slept in the basement last night to "get some real rest." At 1:45 this morning, the power went out, the battery back-up (in the storage/HVAC room immediately adjacent to the guest room) for pretty much every computer component in our house went berserk -alarms beeping, the printer printing as if it were consumed by a lunatic spirit- and I was up. This happened three times so I finally made my way back upstairs and into my own bed. Oliver came in at 4 complaining that his clock was blinking and because "I sleep with my eyes open, it's bothering me." Good god. I sent him back to bed but he returned just before 6. Then Jack came in. Then the cat. I feel like I've been hit by a truck, it is dark as night outside, still raining and I have a loooot to do. Also I slept in a funky way on my pillow so now feel creaky and achy and must look like the hunchback of Notre Dame. When Jack got home yesterday, I asked him how he was, and he said sadly, "I wish you'd stop reminding me. I miss Nanny." I asked if he'd want to go to Lake Charles with me for the visitation and funeral, and seriously, y'all, your heart would have burst: he looked at me with relief and love and said, "I would like that so much." So I bought the two of us tickets and we leave first thing tomorrow morning. I think it will be a good experience for us and certainly a time of closeness and connection.

As Tom made our coffees this morning he noted that Silvia, our espresso maker is nearing 11 years old. She was my first present from Tom; he said he gave it to me with the belief that it would be ours, rather than just mine, in the near future. We did the math on the not-going-out-for-coffee-each-morning and think we've saved nearly $30,000. Isn't that insane to think about?! That's before minusing out what we spend on coffee beans, but still!